One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
So, it’s been a funny old week. I have just come home from a trip to the hospital to see a Neurologist after being referred quite alarmingly last week by my GP. I went to see him after my multiple trips to the opticians (see previous post Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue) due to my dizziness and the weird lights and floaters in my eyes. Continue reading “Confronting Mortality”
We have had a very lazy weekend; pottering in the garden, cleaning the cars (Hubby), doing the laundry (me), the kids have been out on their bikes with some of the neighbourhood children. Archie has played football with our neighbour Harry (and destroyed all of Harry’s dad’s beautiful border flowers), Mabel has fallen over a lot and has grazed knees and a bump on her head and Martha has had a successful riding lesson. Continue reading “Naughty words!”
By my dad…..
Perhaps I should add a little footnote to Sarah’s latest kitchen related thoughts. “Too many cooks spoil….” you know the rest. Continue reading “Chocco Bloggo!”
May 13th. In fact, to be more precise it’s Friday the 13th of May and it’s my mother’s birthday today. The kids and I have called her and left a message on their answer machine of us all singing happy birthday in four different keys. Then she has called us back, or to be more exact, Dad must have dialled our number and she said “hello” as I answered the phone. “Who is this?” she demanded, as I wished her a happy birthday again. Continue reading “Friday the 13th”
I went for an eye test last week. After a few days of feeling a bit “weird” and slightly dizzy and spaced out, I decided that I must have some sort of brain tumour just behind the eyes and so needed an eye test to diagnose my inoperable growth. Continue reading “Don’t it make my brown eyes blue!”
A few friends have asked me over the past week about “the visit” and how it went and I’m pleased to report that it actually wasn’t too bad. Mum and Dad came to stay last Friday night and then they picked up the new little dog on Saturday morning as arranged, stayed for lunch with me and my rabble and then drove the 200 miles back up to Scotland again. Continue reading “The Visit”
I remember thinking, as a teenager that I hated my Mum. She was strict and struggled to understand me. In my teenage angst I really felt like her sole purpose in life was to ruin my life and put an immediate stop to any fun I was trying to have. Continue reading “The Little Things”
Oh the joys of being a mother! Before I embarked on the journey of parenthood, I had visions of me in floaty summer dresses, picnicking on a warm summer’s day, my young children playing amicably around me as I made daisy-chains and chatted with other young mums, sipping some pink wine, or doling out beautifully made, nutritious sandwiches and fresh fruit. Continue reading ““Sorry” – the hardest word?”
It’s been a busy, successful weekend in our household. Archie and Martha had their end of season football presentations where they were awarded a medal each (now most prized possessions and must not, under any circumstances be touched by smallest, noisiest, grumpiest little sister). Continue reading “Celebrating Success!”
Today has been a strange day, for starters the sun has been shining in Yorkshire, the sky has been a bright, brilliant blue all day with no sign of even the smallest of white clouds and to top it all it’s actually been warm. Continue reading “Pain – do your worst!”
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